Chapter 1

Something extraordinary happened to me

last summer. It started when i am kicked

out of my own basketball team. It was the

first training session of the Blues Belles

Baseball Club. The sun was blazing down

onto the field and blistering hot on my

neck.There were still a few weeks of summer

left. I was sweating buckets. My sooks and boots felt prickly and heavy.

I was trying out for the under 18 first class team. The coaches paced the sidelines with their clipboards ,watching us ,selecting players that would go on to compete for the state of games.

At tryouts, you're supposed to play our best ,show off all your fancy swings, throws and speed , so you I'll get picked.

And that would mean you could be competing in the big games and even earn a scholarship to your desired college .Well, I didn't fell like showing off, to be honest I didn't fell like playing basketball games.

I wasn't paying much attention to what happening around me on the field .So when a voice barked at me, as hard and grating as gravel in a blender , I jumped.

"Darci, wake up, "

My eyes widened and realized the ball was flying towards me .I hesitated and, in that nanosecond , the small white ball sailed passed me. I tried to catch it like a frog leaping after a bug but I landed empty hand to the ground .I grunted on the impact, the air knocked out of my lungs.

"You halp-asleep out there ,Darci?? You gave the ball away !!"shouted the coach.

His name was Peter Bloom .He'd been the coach of our Blue Belles Team every year since we were Under 13s.

"You forgotten how to play basketball ??"he bellowed ."Go after it!! "

Instead watching a ball ,I couldn't take my eyes off tge coach yelling and snarling at the girls.

He backed at one player for being late. Then he spun around to yell at the another Blue Belles with the wrong uniform.

"Don't tell me you don't know what position you I'll play !"he snapped at he girl. "Not after you performance last season. It was torturing for me to stand on the sideline and watch it. Unbelievable!"

The girl's face crumble and was ready to burst into tears. I bet if he could say it, he would use the phrase "There's no crying in baseball !!too

I used to love baseball.Since i was five years old ,I'd been watching the games with my father. But somewhere along the way, baseball stopped being fantastic anymore.Then it stopped being any fun at all.

The next time the ball came my way, I didn't go all-out to get possession .There was a sharp sceech of the whistle and the coach was glaring at me.

"That's it!! "he cried. "Embarrassing !! what the hell's the matter with you,Darci!??

I shrugged